I have a new project underway. I am re-researching Anne Bradstreet about whom I wrote some nonsense in 10th grade, over fifty years ago. Did I know what I was doing? Heck no. No term paper this time. Just learning for the joy of it and sharing a few notes here.
Who is willing to do a similar project? Re-research a literary figure about whom you had to write a paper 25 or more years ago. We will read and share our thoughts during the long winter months from January through March 2019. Will you commit to:
1. Sharing your choice of literary figure
2. Reading at least two books by or about her/him
3. Sharing your thoughts at least once a month (that’s a total of three posts) with me by way of the contact form here on my blog and on any other place you desire.
You still have to do the housework. Unless you sell millions of book and can hire someone to do it.
You become addicted to your computer, worse than getting hooked on opioids.
You can’t sleep comfortably every night because your characters don’t sleep. They just keep making chatter while waiting for the next scene.
You never can predict your paycheck. It’s a given, you cannot predict how much it will be whether you are self-published or not.
Number 6 is actually not correct. Amazon and Smashwords keep a running number of sales and royalties. It is my understanding that with traditional publishers, you will not know until the check actually appears.
You become obsessed with marketing giving it more time than your writing.
You cannot live in your pajamas all day. You still have to go out for groceries.
You cannot go without a shower. You will still reek after a few days, So will the garbage pail.
Sarina doesn’t really care about any of this stuff. She just keep writing because I love it.
AND she would love you to add to my list or write a more positive one?
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Nicolo Vitale’s wedding to Karen Dombrowski quickly turns into divorce when he deploys to Vietnam, and she travels around Europe on business and has a one night fling with a Scotsman. She flees the marriage like a sinner out of church when she realizes she is pregnant and never tells either man about the child. Fearful, ashamed, guilty, embarrassed and invincible, she makes a life for the child and herself with the help of her parents away from both men for five years until she, by chance, meets Nick again. Will overcoming the past be enough to bring these two back together?
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Five years ago a muse nibbled on my brain and created a neat nest for herself. She built herself a comfy homestead. No matter how many times I advised her to move along, she blatantly refused and entrenched herself deeper. Molly is her name. She is my alter ego who encourages me to do better, learn more, and leave my hermit writing cave to buy groceries. She could very possibly be the warden at the station of the obsessive-compulsive disorder of my writer self.
Molly is self-employed, an entrepreneur so to speak. Her business includes the tasks already mentioned in addition to suggesting better vocabulary, plots, characters, She often reminds me to be careful with character motivation and hooks. She will encourage me to rewrite narrative as dialogue and remembers to advise me to create a balance between description and conversations. She insists on character and plot arcs, on black moments, on the heroine’s journey. She likes strong women with self-determined lives. She leans towards love stories during or in the aftermath of war.
Imagine brain synapses as bridges and highways and Molly proposes stopping along the way to think deeper by asking What if…? While I develop my work in progress, she races around my synapses causing major traffic disruptions and delays halting the traffic of plotting to force me to think,, think, think deeper and deeper one level at a time.
I have to say Molly’s adrenaline is high with imagination and low on physical activity in the real world. She often proposes in the middle of the night that we go to yoga class or the beach the instead of writing. In the morning she forgets about yoga or the beach and leads me directly to the keyboard with the cola in hand. Right, a cola. I’m not a coffee drinker but need the caffeine and cola does quiet well so I can keep up with Molly.
I love Molly, but I have to say her sense of time is off. She has none. No sense of balance between the fantasy world of writing and the reality of my physical world. No sense of day and night. Minutes and hours are all the same to her. Never mention a calendar to her. She has never heard of one. She is a muse for independent authors. The word deadline means nothing to Molly. She will interrupt a line of thinking for a work in progress to put forward another plot or character. She will have two works in progress at a time. There are times I want to slow her down, but no, I really wouldn’t do that. After all, she is a muse, my muse and I couldn’t live being an author without her no matter what my opinion thinks of her faults.